"Not too bad."She couldn't be suggesting what I thought."So sweet lips, have you ever sucked a cock?"My jaw dropped. "No, no; I'm not gay." What kind...of question was that,did I look gay? Maybe letting Camille buy me a drink was a mistake."Okay," she shrugged. "But look at me, do I look like a guy?"She definitely didn't, she was gorgeous; as she took a sip of her ownbeer she left a chocolate coloured lipstick stain on the glass. If I hadnot seen the bulge in her tight leather pants I would. The long puffy sleeves gathered at the wristwith a three inch cuff fastened with sweet little mother of pearl buttonsmatching those of the blouse itself. The collar was a peter pan style whichlooked so right on him.Instead of a skirt which Ashley thought and was hoping would be next. But noa pair of short cream lightweight synthetic pants were held ready to bestepped into. Once on he realized there was no zip front, just a sailor-boyflap to be buttoned up with two buttons either side. Through. You’ll love it, I guarantee.” She scrolled down. “And on your last night here on the island, you’ll be able to witness our wonderful Fancy Dress Barbecue and Disco.”Big Helga took a swig from a can of coke. “I should be getting back to Reception. We’ve got a party checking out at 3 to catch the late-afternoon flight back to Amsterdam. So, tell me, Mark, think you’re up for the big Fancy Dress barbe?”“I’m not really sure. What do I wear?” Helga giggled. “As little as possible, darling! But some. But d problem was i was not in my own control. I removed her bra n made d same justice to her left breast. I went up n saw her. She dint open her eyes yet. I asked her to open. She was not talking. I asked to open pls.She slightly opened her eyes n i slowly started kissing her lips. I was so slow n romantic. She too was responding well. I slid my hand through cleavage to her naval n started fingering it. I slowly went down n started rubbing her cunt on her leggings. She held my hand n tried to.